Posts Tagged ‘Dance’

Summers is here and the sun bares down.

I could impress upon people the value of rain-

silver fingers drumming, the sky without frown-

but they see it as a pain,

something to avoid. I would dance in it,

but instead I sit

inside and read poetry. When I was young

I would open my mouth to the rain

the way any other child would catch snowflakes on his tongue,

and I would spin for raindrops and drink them in.

Summer people watch the moon wax and wane.

On bright mornings I wince at the sun

and whisper you win.

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Wind takes the lead-

I follow. Arms- flutters

of snow- guide me

 

to and fro

with the bending of pines.

I feel warm in this cold place.

 

Nature is strong. I do not mind

following. I step in time

to winter’s music.

With every fiber, I move,

shuffling feelings as an orchestra

moves through concert pieces;

each page is different,

danger is splashed in each note,

the words are red with risk.

You, however, stay rooted

playing the same tunes,

singing the same lyrics,

in different arrangements,

with different moods

because taking risks

puts you out of your comfort zone.

What kind of musician are you

if you find that even your own feet

grow tired of dancing

to the same- your same old tunes?